?Love cum Arranged marriage?
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~I found you without looking, and fell in love without trying.~
He was content in the group of 'his' people but in enters a new admission in 6th standard: a shy, ti...
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"Bugu..."
"Baby, wake up na. Please not now, yaar." I'm not asleep, just feigning to get a reaction out of him but the tone that he uses, makes me want to scream in delight.
I try my best to hold the smile that's eating at my lips with full force, his breath hits my ears. "I love you. Good night, baby." He whispers softly, pressing a kiss. My hearts swoons, he'll let me sleep? Even now? When we are married and alone in a different country?
His body heat starts to slowly fade away from me, his hands retreating, my reflexes quick as I peel my eyes open and tug on his wrist; his torso falling down on me.
"You trouble me so much." I smile at the complaint.
"I love you more, handsome." I whisper over his lips, my hands wrapping around his neck. He feathers kisses on my lips, "two weeks of just the two of us," I smile at his happiness. Our happiness.
Married and alone for two weeks? Good god!
"Any more promises, you want from me?" I shake head, blushing.
"Nahi soch le, because I'm in the mood to move past the last one I made tonight." He says after nibbling on my lower lip.
I shake head, my words lost, "you're tired? We can sleep--"
I cut him off, almost shrieking, "no," he chuckles loudly hiding his face in my neck. I tighten my hold around him, heating up. Caught between embarrassment and shyness.
"You must be tired na. Jet lagged after two connecting flights and one flight yesterday from Udaipur to Mumbai." I know he's playing with me now.
"Hmm. You're right. We should sleep." I take away my hands from his neck.
"Aee!" This time he's one yelling.
We come face to face, his forehead squinting looking at my grinning face, "I'm going to fuck you tonight and nothing, including you, can change that." Each of his words does something to me.
I gulp some saliva down my throat to stop it from turning dry, "first time should be making love--"
"Fuck. I'm going to fuck you. I'm done making love on all those late night phone sex sessions, all these years." His words leaves me red and breathless.
